Tracker Dog Application Series 7
Username:
Icesky
Tracker Dog you want:
#23
Name you'll give it:
Verita
Edited version of Veritas, "truth" in Latin. I take Latin in school and find it a truly intriguing language, like this Tracker. Also, abstract nouns such as "truth" typically catch my eye, for some reason, and this Tracker herself is abstract in a sense. She was meant to be something that only existed in mind - a copy of her brother. This didn't happen, of course, and so it was a concept never achieved. I also love originality, and most people wouldn't name their children, or pets, Verita.
Reason why you want it:
Ever since I had first seen the Trackers on the Oekaki I had wanted one, but it was only until a few months ago I found out how to obtain one. The second I saw this dog, I had truly fallen for her design. It's simply gorgeous. I had actually started a story for #21, but once this dog was released I completely stopped that so I could attempt to adopt this one. Blue happens to be my favorite color, and this shade is really beautiful. Not to dark, not to bright - more pastel. I'm really a fan of that. The light black as well as white/off-white compliment really well with the blue as well. I've always adored the splatter-paint look, which this dog has. The story behind the look is a great touch as well, and the twin makes it even better. Their matching markings on their shoulders are placed and fit well, which also correspond nicely with your story of lab Trackers. Aside from the fact she's a Tracker with beautiful designing, the line art for the Normal and Wild's have always been my favorite of the trackers. The fact they have no eyes makes story-writing a challenge because the Tracker can't see anything, and you can't explain the surroundings without using many details of imagery that don't include sight - the most commonly used one of them all. Sense of smell is not nearly as used, but when a the Tracker has heightened smell it makes it hard to not have to use it, or else the reader is stuck in darkness, having to create images of their own random creation. As fun as it sounds, the writer's point doesn't get across nearly as well, and creates a challenge, which I personally will find very fun to work with.
Will it be used in any kind of story?
Most likely, yes. Writing is a hobby of mine, which I practice often. Currently, the story I am writing isn't working out to well, and I need new ideas and more interesting things. I'd love to do a couple shorts stories on the Trackers, featuring her and her brother [with permission of the new owner of the twin.] I'd also really love to get the permission of other owners to use their Trackers, to widen the amount of Trackers in the story. Another thing I would do a lot is draw pictures of her. I was actually thinking of combining my two hobbies, and creating a comic [not on the Oekaki though, too small for me ;P] My art isn't all that great, but it would be great practice and a lot of fun. I can just see Trackers being in comics! And even if I did a comic, I'd still write just because of the enjoyment it brings me. I was thinking about creating a thread for all my characters, and including her, if I get her, and sharing the stories there for others to read, if I manage it to be interesting enough. Another plan is to release a "chapter" or something once a week/month in a larger story, aside from the possible short stories.
Describe its personality:
With her background, she is very strong-willed, but also has some dispositions sensitivity-wise. She strongly loves her brother, and is actually very protective of him, weather or not he needs it. She acts strong and tough, like nothing anyone says bothers her. This is said to be one of her best qualities - and one of her worst. Some say her great strength is admired, and rightfully so. Others may say she needs to let loose and not be so guarded. Her feelings are rarely shown to anyone other than her brother. But, every once and a while, she will show an unusually sweet and kind side, throwing everyone off guard in surprise - the good kind of surprise. As said before, she does have a slight issue when it comes to feelings. Some still consider her a failure when she didn't come out exactly as planned, and therefor was made fun of on occasion when she was newer to the lab. While this doesn't happen anymore, slight comments can make her very vulnerable to a mental breakdown. Not many know of this though, because she has a talent for keeping her fears and sorrow bottled up until alone or with her brother, and sometimes with very close friends. These friends that she manages to get close to would often advise her to show her feelings, making it so she doesn't keep everything in until there is to much to handle. Still, she manages what she can. Aside from all of that, she has a rebellious side to her. Her stubbornness makes it hard to resist not following orders she doesn't agree with, therefor doing whatever she wants, no matter what. She can even be extremely opinionated as well. Even when she is wrong, and she knows it, she will do anything to prove she is right. A surprising trait of hers would be her sympathy and empathy. While she is good at what she does, crime scene investigation and slight forensic science, she will always feel bad for the harmed and the families of the victims. Still, her motivation and will to work allows her to carry on past this.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The cage had been stuffy, and although Verita was sure they hadn't intended it to be like that, she had wish they thought a little more. Luckily, they finally arrived at the scene of the crime which she had to investigate and look for clues. The smell of death hung in the air, making her flinch, still getting used to the stench and the pictures it brought to her mind.
The scent was fresh, but mostly consisted of blood. There was no smell of decay like usual. It was easy to assume the body had already been taken away to the autopsy lab considering most of the human scents were familiar. Most.
She hopped out of the van and started taking in the rest of her surroundings. It sounded like a lot of wind brushing through trees, and leaves scattering across the ground. It was autumn so this wasn't much of a surprise, but there was a larger amount than usual. There was also a scent of pine and oak, along with various other trees, all closely together. Animal scents were nearby, too, such as squirrels, rabbits, and foxes. Verita rarely got the chance to go into forests, which is where she suspected they were. The mingling scents were rather amazing, in her mind. She smiled, content with the area.
Of course, there was still the issue of a murder. She had heard her lead investigators in the front of the van talking, saying it was definitely a murder, not an accident. There had been stab wounds, and supposedly very carelessly placed. The victim hadn't died from a blow to an important organ. Actually, his demise had been loss of blood. It was a wonder how long the poor man must have been alone before slowly passing away.
She reached the spot around the site where there was an extensive amount of blood. One of the investigators, the lead one called Jenkins, had already been there.
"Smell anything, girl?" he said. Verita sniffed around, trying to sort out the different smells. The iron smell of blood was mostly the only thing in this particular spot which was suspicious. She shook her head in response.
"Hm. The killer may have been careless, but maybe not a complete fool." Verita doubted this, for who would let a man die of blood loss when the victim could have found a way to contact help? Although, there may have been other things she was missing in this case, such as the whereabouts of the killer when the deceased actually died. "It was a couple of hours ago." she felt the stare of Jenkins rest on her, and she turned her head in respect to face him. "While we haven't gotten the full autopsy quite yet, they could determine on-scene that the six wounds occurred three hours before he actually died." he stopped, and Verita heard his body shift to stand up from his crouching position. "You stay here, there is someone you need to meet." he said, and started walking away, leaving Verita skeptical and wanting to follow anyways. Even though her instincts screamed to do this, she couldn't waste time being defiant, and instead continued to sniff around the scene, careful to avoid stepping into the puddles the best she could with her nose.
"Verita." a voice sounded behind her, making her turn in surprise. It sounded like a male human, most likely in his teens. This was odd. Most humans at the crime scenes were much, much older. "Uh, Jenkins wanted me to meet you, 'cause I'm your new..." he paused for some reason. His voice was very laid back, making Verita more comfortable. He had a faint sent of cologne, an odd citrus type that didn't match the voice at all, but still smelt good. These different traits made him easy for her to identify. She waited for him to continue."uh, owner. Wait, no, just kidding." Verita was nothing less than shocked at his words, but she didn't move. He was kidding about what? He felt he was extremely hesitant, even though the rest of him seemed fairly relaxed, like her didn't care. This kid was constantly contradicting himself with his movements. Human movements usually followed patterns so it was easy to tell what they were thinking. Sure, he was easy to identify among other humans, but hard to read all the same. "Would partner be a better word?" he continued, relaxing now that he had a better choice of words. Smart of him, Verita thought.
She made a slight growl in approval. Typically owners in this field were older, more experienced. This would make things more fun. He even knew getting on her bad side was a bad idea in itself.
"Heh. Great. I'm Chase." he placed a gentle hand on Verita's head, which she shied away from, and instead butted it with her nose, disliking her head touched, preventing it as much as possible. "Time to get started." he continued, crouching down to examine the place of death for himself.
Verita lifted her nose, trying to collect information about the scene of the crime. She was so focused on the scents that her ears almost didn't catch the odd noise coming from her right. She growled, informing Chase she found something, then started off towards the peculiar noise.
The noise had sounded like water flow being corrupted by metal. She continued walking until the noise was so clear and close it was in front of her, and the ground had been softened from water. Her ears perked, listening to the river. Technically, it wasn't even a river, more a tiny, tiny, stream. The water was clear, she realized, considering the flow was very constant, aside from the metallic noise hit by the water. It was about another two feet up the stream, so Verita followed the soft ground, knowing she was following the river. Finally, it was right in front of her, and she was able to smell it, and leaned down to get a better sniff. She couldn't smell the metal, but there was definitely a rubber sent. Considering this, she concluded it was a knife, the blade stuck in the extremely shallow river with the handle sticking out, a terrible idea for the killer. The sent of the killer was strong on the handle, and she assumed there were fingerprints as well. Perfect evidence.
Chase finally showed up behind her, panting. "We found some footprints back at the scene, not that they'd help much." he reported, knowing she would be curious. Yet to see the knife in front of her, he asked "Got anything?"
Verita let out a snort of amusement and moved out of the way, giving him a good view of her findings. She heard no reaction from the young investigator, but assumed he was pleased, and she smiled proudly. This time when he reached to place his hand on her head, she let him.
"I'm starting to like you, girly." Verita frowned at him for a moment, unamused. "Hey, chill. It's a compliment." she turned away and stood up straight, pawing the ground impatiently. Chase let out a "humph" and Verita heard him take out a camera and a plastic bag, most likely from a backpack most investigators carried around. There was a "click," usually the sound of a camera taking a picture. She also heard the slapping of gloves on hands, and slight movement around the scene. "Alrighty. Safe, uncontaminated, and ready to solve this case." Chase said, starting to walk away from the scene, probably with the knife in his hands safely in a plastic bag, the camera put back in the bag.
They arrived back at the original scene, where the victim was found. Chase veered off, heading towards a group of human talking, most likely to report the findings. Verita decided not to follow, and followed the scent of the van she had arrived in. She stood on her back legs to test to see if the back of the van was open, and it was, leaving her front legs landing on the floor of the van, right in front of her cage which she arrived in. Letting out a sigh, she hoisted herself up into the back, and stepped into her cage.
I wonder how brother is doing. she thought to herself, laying down in the makeshift bed.
A couple minutes later she heard a multitude of footsteps approach, one of them being lazy and familiar.
"Verita?" she heard Chase say, and lifted her head to listen to him. "That can't be comfortable, silly. Come on. Your driving with me." she sat there for a moment, frowning. "Oh, so you have a look, even without eyes." this comment deserved a couple more seconds of "the look." she stepped down from the van, but refused to face Chase. She didn't know the smell of his car, or it's direction, so she had no choice but to wait for him to move in the direction of the car. She never minded not having eyes or sight, especially considering her other senses were heightened, giving her the ability to picture things without them. Most Trackers didn't have the ability to see, anyways, not even her brother. At least she could still express herself.
She heard a car door open, and Chase said "You get shotgun." then moved away to allow her space to get into the car. Once she was sitting comfortably in place, he slammed the door shut and moved to his own seat to drive. The care ride was quiet on the way back, but Verita didn't mind. Being in actual cars was a treat for her, something different. Much better than the silly cage. She wondered if an owner meant permanent seating arrangements in transportation.
They arrived at the lab, Chase being welcomed with countless questions. He didn't answer very many of them, and instead continued to move forward. "Come on girl." he said through the bustle of movement. They maneuvered through the front office of the lab, and then went to the upstairs lab, which is when all the people following them left their own ways.
"Chase." the voice of a woman much older than Chase spoke. "Oh, good! I get to meet the newest addition to the team." a hand touched her head, making Verita think Do all people do this kind of thing? She was about to shy away, but the hand was different. It was older than the voice of the woman, and wrinkly as well. She had a wise feeling about her, making her trustworthy to Verita.
"She's a lucky Tracker. She gets to go on scene and work with the forensics." Chase said.
"Ha. To an extent, my boy. I get to do that work. But I do need her help with one thing, another case I'm working on before I get to examine this odd knife." the older woman responded, leaving Verita curious as to what her next job was, and as to what her name was. She would have to find out later.
The woman moved slowly across the room, picking up a try from what sounded like a marble counter. She brought it over and set it on the floor in front of Verita.
"Darling, I heard you are immune to practically anything." she shoved the tray closer. "On this tray is a green powder, which could either be an extremely dangerous poison drug, or a very useful medicine." she let out a frustrated huff, and continued, "The poison is only recognizable by it's sent, which is a very sweet candy-like smell. On the other hand, the medicine is more musty. It would be very easy to test the difference of these two powders using a special computer. Of course, this lab doesn't have one at the moment. What do you say? Want to help?"
Verita turned her face to the elderly woman, and just stayed like that for a moment.
"Wait, Delila - does smelling it kill you or something?" Chase said in an arrogant tone of voice. But there was something else. Worry, maybe?
"Well, yes. That's why I haven't done it, silly. But, she is immune, right?" Chase didn't respond, but Verita guess he realized this.
Verita gave a brisk nod, excited to help the scientist. "Okay, If it's sweet, nod. If it's musty, shake your head, please." Delila said.
Verita leaned down, putting her muzzle up to the powder. She gave it a large whiff, taking in the scent and memorizing it in her head. She brought her head back up, facing Delila. She nodded.
"So it's the poison, just as I suspected!" the woman exclaimed. "Thank you, Chase, for bringing her here. And thanks for the evidence." she paused, and Verita felts flabby, wrinkled arms enclose her. Chase snickered in front of her, knowing she didn't enjoy the hug at all, but was dealing with it. "And thanks to you!" Delila said, "But now you have to shoo shoo so I can work!" she told them, shoving both a little to show she meant business.
Chase laughed and led Verita out of the lab room. He then said "Exciting day, huh? We're now partners!" he nudged her side, making her trip slightly, giving him "the look," which only made him laugh more. "Hey, how about seeing your bro?" The look disappeared instantly, turning from shock to excitement.
Chase walked outside, Verita following behind.
The beginning of a new journey.
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It still technically needs more work with editing in the bottom part. The ending feels a little bland and unexciting, without closure. But if I get her I can always edit more and more, and if I have time maybe I will squeeze in some before the judging. Although I doubt I will since judging is tomorrow xD
Thanks,
Icesky
Username:
Icesky
Tracker Dog you want:
#23
Name you'll give it:
Verita
Edited version of Veritas, "truth" in Latin. I take Latin in school and find it a truly intriguing language, like this Tracker. Also, abstract nouns such as "truth" typically catch my eye, for some reason, and this Tracker herself is abstract in a sense. She was meant to be something that only existed in mind - a copy of her brother. This didn't happen, of course, and so it was a concept never achieved. I also love originality, and most people wouldn't name their children, or pets, Verita.
Reason why you want it:
Ever since I had first seen the Trackers on the Oekaki I had wanted one, but it was only until a few months ago I found out how to obtain one. The second I saw this dog, I had truly fallen for her design. It's simply gorgeous. I had actually started a story for #21, but once this dog was released I completely stopped that so I could attempt to adopt this one. Blue happens to be my favorite color, and this shade is really beautiful. Not to dark, not to bright - more pastel. I'm really a fan of that. The light black as well as white/off-white compliment really well with the blue as well. I've always adored the splatter-paint look, which this dog has. The story behind the look is a great touch as well, and the twin makes it even better. Their matching markings on their shoulders are placed and fit well, which also correspond nicely with your story of lab Trackers. Aside from the fact she's a Tracker with beautiful designing, the line art for the Normal and Wild's have always been my favorite of the trackers. The fact they have no eyes makes story-writing a challenge because the Tracker can't see anything, and you can't explain the surroundings without using many details of imagery that don't include sight - the most commonly used one of them all. Sense of smell is not nearly as used, but when a the Tracker has heightened smell it makes it hard to not have to use it, or else the reader is stuck in darkness, having to create images of their own random creation. As fun as it sounds, the writer's point doesn't get across nearly as well, and creates a challenge, which I personally will find very fun to work with.
Will it be used in any kind of story?
Most likely, yes. Writing is a hobby of mine, which I practice often. Currently, the story I am writing isn't working out to well, and I need new ideas and more interesting things. I'd love to do a couple shorts stories on the Trackers, featuring her and her brother [with permission of the new owner of the twin.] I'd also really love to get the permission of other owners to use their Trackers, to widen the amount of Trackers in the story. Another thing I would do a lot is draw pictures of her. I was actually thinking of combining my two hobbies, and creating a comic [not on the Oekaki though, too small for me ;P] My art isn't all that great, but it would be great practice and a lot of fun. I can just see Trackers being in comics! And even if I did a comic, I'd still write just because of the enjoyment it brings me. I was thinking about creating a thread for all my characters, and including her, if I get her, and sharing the stories there for others to read, if I manage it to be interesting enough. Another plan is to release a "chapter" or something once a week/month in a larger story, aside from the possible short stories.
Describe its personality:
With her background, she is very strong-willed, but also has some dispositions sensitivity-wise. She strongly loves her brother, and is actually very protective of him, weather or not he needs it. She acts strong and tough, like nothing anyone says bothers her. This is said to be one of her best qualities - and one of her worst. Some say her great strength is admired, and rightfully so. Others may say she needs to let loose and not be so guarded. Her feelings are rarely shown to anyone other than her brother. But, every once and a while, she will show an unusually sweet and kind side, throwing everyone off guard in surprise - the good kind of surprise. As said before, she does have a slight issue when it comes to feelings. Some still consider her a failure when she didn't come out exactly as planned, and therefor was made fun of on occasion when she was newer to the lab. While this doesn't happen anymore, slight comments can make her very vulnerable to a mental breakdown. Not many know of this though, because she has a talent for keeping her fears and sorrow bottled up until alone or with her brother, and sometimes with very close friends. These friends that she manages to get close to would often advise her to show her feelings, making it so she doesn't keep everything in until there is to much to handle. Still, she manages what she can. Aside from all of that, she has a rebellious side to her. Her stubbornness makes it hard to resist not following orders she doesn't agree with, therefor doing whatever she wants, no matter what. She can even be extremely opinionated as well. Even when she is wrong, and she knows it, she will do anything to prove she is right. A surprising trait of hers would be her sympathy and empathy. While she is good at what she does, crime scene investigation and slight forensic science, she will always feel bad for the harmed and the families of the victims. Still, her motivation and will to work allows her to carry on past this.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The cage had been stuffy, and although Verita was sure they hadn't intended it to be like that, she had wish they thought a little more. Luckily, they finally arrived at the scene of the crime which she had to investigate and look for clues. The smell of death hung in the air, making her flinch, still getting used to the stench and the pictures it brought to her mind.
The scent was fresh, but mostly consisted of blood. There was no smell of decay like usual. It was easy to assume the body had already been taken away to the autopsy lab considering most of the human scents were familiar. Most.
She hopped out of the van and started taking in the rest of her surroundings. It sounded like a lot of wind brushing through trees, and leaves scattering across the ground. It was autumn so this wasn't much of a surprise, but there was a larger amount than usual. There was also a scent of pine and oak, along with various other trees, all closely together. Animal scents were nearby, too, such as squirrels, rabbits, and foxes. Verita rarely got the chance to go into forests, which is where she suspected they were. The mingling scents were rather amazing, in her mind. She smiled, content with the area.
Of course, there was still the issue of a murder. She had heard her lead investigators in the front of the van talking, saying it was definitely a murder, not an accident. There had been stab wounds, and supposedly very carelessly placed. The victim hadn't died from a blow to an important organ. Actually, his demise had been loss of blood. It was a wonder how long the poor man must have been alone before slowly passing away.
She reached the spot around the site where there was an extensive amount of blood. One of the investigators, the lead one called Jenkins, had already been there.
"Smell anything, girl?" he said. Verita sniffed around, trying to sort out the different smells. The iron smell of blood was mostly the only thing in this particular spot which was suspicious. She shook her head in response.
"Hm. The killer may have been careless, but maybe not a complete fool." Verita doubted this, for who would let a man die of blood loss when the victim could have found a way to contact help? Although, there may have been other things she was missing in this case, such as the whereabouts of the killer when the deceased actually died. "It was a couple of hours ago." she felt the stare of Jenkins rest on her, and she turned her head in respect to face him. "While we haven't gotten the full autopsy quite yet, they could determine on-scene that the six wounds occurred three hours before he actually died." he stopped, and Verita heard his body shift to stand up from his crouching position. "You stay here, there is someone you need to meet." he said, and started walking away, leaving Verita skeptical and wanting to follow anyways. Even though her instincts screamed to do this, she couldn't waste time being defiant, and instead continued to sniff around the scene, careful to avoid stepping into the puddles the best she could with her nose.
"Verita." a voice sounded behind her, making her turn in surprise. It sounded like a male human, most likely in his teens. This was odd. Most humans at the crime scenes were much, much older. "Uh, Jenkins wanted me to meet you, 'cause I'm your new..." he paused for some reason. His voice was very laid back, making Verita more comfortable. He had a faint sent of cologne, an odd citrus type that didn't match the voice at all, but still smelt good. These different traits made him easy for her to identify. She waited for him to continue."uh, owner. Wait, no, just kidding." Verita was nothing less than shocked at his words, but she didn't move. He was kidding about what? He felt he was extremely hesitant, even though the rest of him seemed fairly relaxed, like her didn't care. This kid was constantly contradicting himself with his movements. Human movements usually followed patterns so it was easy to tell what they were thinking. Sure, he was easy to identify among other humans, but hard to read all the same. "Would partner be a better word?" he continued, relaxing now that he had a better choice of words. Smart of him, Verita thought.
She made a slight growl in approval. Typically owners in this field were older, more experienced. This would make things more fun. He even knew getting on her bad side was a bad idea in itself.
"Heh. Great. I'm Chase." he placed a gentle hand on Verita's head, which she shied away from, and instead butted it with her nose, disliking her head touched, preventing it as much as possible. "Time to get started." he continued, crouching down to examine the place of death for himself.
Verita lifted her nose, trying to collect information about the scene of the crime. She was so focused on the scents that her ears almost didn't catch the odd noise coming from her right. She growled, informing Chase she found something, then started off towards the peculiar noise.
The noise had sounded like water flow being corrupted by metal. She continued walking until the noise was so clear and close it was in front of her, and the ground had been softened from water. Her ears perked, listening to the river. Technically, it wasn't even a river, more a tiny, tiny, stream. The water was clear, she realized, considering the flow was very constant, aside from the metallic noise hit by the water. It was about another two feet up the stream, so Verita followed the soft ground, knowing she was following the river. Finally, it was right in front of her, and she was able to smell it, and leaned down to get a better sniff. She couldn't smell the metal, but there was definitely a rubber sent. Considering this, she concluded it was a knife, the blade stuck in the extremely shallow river with the handle sticking out, a terrible idea for the killer. The sent of the killer was strong on the handle, and she assumed there were fingerprints as well. Perfect evidence.
Chase finally showed up behind her, panting. "We found some footprints back at the scene, not that they'd help much." he reported, knowing she would be curious. Yet to see the knife in front of her, he asked "Got anything?"
Verita let out a snort of amusement and moved out of the way, giving him a good view of her findings. She heard no reaction from the young investigator, but assumed he was pleased, and she smiled proudly. This time when he reached to place his hand on her head, she let him.
"I'm starting to like you, girly." Verita frowned at him for a moment, unamused. "Hey, chill. It's a compliment." she turned away and stood up straight, pawing the ground impatiently. Chase let out a "humph" and Verita heard him take out a camera and a plastic bag, most likely from a backpack most investigators carried around. There was a "click," usually the sound of a camera taking a picture. She also heard the slapping of gloves on hands, and slight movement around the scene. "Alrighty. Safe, uncontaminated, and ready to solve this case." Chase said, starting to walk away from the scene, probably with the knife in his hands safely in a plastic bag, the camera put back in the bag.
They arrived back at the original scene, where the victim was found. Chase veered off, heading towards a group of human talking, most likely to report the findings. Verita decided not to follow, and followed the scent of the van she had arrived in. She stood on her back legs to test to see if the back of the van was open, and it was, leaving her front legs landing on the floor of the van, right in front of her cage which she arrived in. Letting out a sigh, she hoisted herself up into the back, and stepped into her cage.
I wonder how brother is doing. she thought to herself, laying down in the makeshift bed.
A couple minutes later she heard a multitude of footsteps approach, one of them being lazy and familiar.
"Verita?" she heard Chase say, and lifted her head to listen to him. "That can't be comfortable, silly. Come on. Your driving with me." she sat there for a moment, frowning. "Oh, so you have a look, even without eyes." this comment deserved a couple more seconds of "the look." she stepped down from the van, but refused to face Chase. She didn't know the smell of his car, or it's direction, so she had no choice but to wait for him to move in the direction of the car. She never minded not having eyes or sight, especially considering her other senses were heightened, giving her the ability to picture things without them. Most Trackers didn't have the ability to see, anyways, not even her brother. At least she could still express herself.
She heard a car door open, and Chase said "You get shotgun." then moved away to allow her space to get into the car. Once she was sitting comfortably in place, he slammed the door shut and moved to his own seat to drive. The care ride was quiet on the way back, but Verita didn't mind. Being in actual cars was a treat for her, something different. Much better than the silly cage. She wondered if an owner meant permanent seating arrangements in transportation.
They arrived at the lab, Chase being welcomed with countless questions. He didn't answer very many of them, and instead continued to move forward. "Come on girl." he said through the bustle of movement. They maneuvered through the front office of the lab, and then went to the upstairs lab, which is when all the people following them left their own ways.
"Chase." the voice of a woman much older than Chase spoke. "Oh, good! I get to meet the newest addition to the team." a hand touched her head, making Verita think Do all people do this kind of thing? She was about to shy away, but the hand was different. It was older than the voice of the woman, and wrinkly as well. She had a wise feeling about her, making her trustworthy to Verita.
"She's a lucky Tracker. She gets to go on scene and work with the forensics." Chase said.
"Ha. To an extent, my boy. I get to do that work. But I do need her help with one thing, another case I'm working on before I get to examine this odd knife." the older woman responded, leaving Verita curious as to what her next job was, and as to what her name was. She would have to find out later.
The woman moved slowly across the room, picking up a try from what sounded like a marble counter. She brought it over and set it on the floor in front of Verita.
"Darling, I heard you are immune to practically anything." she shoved the tray closer. "On this tray is a green powder, which could either be an extremely dangerous poison drug, or a very useful medicine." she let out a frustrated huff, and continued, "The poison is only recognizable by it's sent, which is a very sweet candy-like smell. On the other hand, the medicine is more musty. It would be very easy to test the difference of these two powders using a special computer. Of course, this lab doesn't have one at the moment. What do you say? Want to help?"
Verita turned her face to the elderly woman, and just stayed like that for a moment.
"Wait, Delila - does smelling it kill you or something?" Chase said in an arrogant tone of voice. But there was something else. Worry, maybe?
"Well, yes. That's why I haven't done it, silly. But, she is immune, right?" Chase didn't respond, but Verita guess he realized this.
Verita gave a brisk nod, excited to help the scientist. "Okay, If it's sweet, nod. If it's musty, shake your head, please." Delila said.
Verita leaned down, putting her muzzle up to the powder. She gave it a large whiff, taking in the scent and memorizing it in her head. She brought her head back up, facing Delila. She nodded.
"So it's the poison, just as I suspected!" the woman exclaimed. "Thank you, Chase, for bringing her here. And thanks for the evidence." she paused, and Verita felts flabby, wrinkled arms enclose her. Chase snickered in front of her, knowing she didn't enjoy the hug at all, but was dealing with it. "And thanks to you!" Delila said, "But now you have to shoo shoo so I can work!" she told them, shoving both a little to show she meant business.
Chase laughed and led Verita out of the lab room. He then said "Exciting day, huh? We're now partners!" he nudged her side, making her trip slightly, giving him "the look," which only made him laugh more. "Hey, how about seeing your bro?" The look disappeared instantly, turning from shock to excitement.
Chase walked outside, Verita following behind.
The beginning of a new journey.
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It still technically needs more work with editing in the bottom part. The ending feels a little bland and unexciting, without closure. But if I get her I can always edit more and more, and if I have time maybe I will squeeze in some before the judging. Although I doubt I will since judging is tomorrow xD
Thanks,
Icesky
